I’m not big on labels and categories. I’m not big on having to describe myself as anything other than who I am. Black/white, Republican/Democrat, Christian/Buddhist, male/female. All of this is too confining. As a kid I never colored between the lines or thought inside the box. So, now my books are labeled, pushed into categories, called by something I can’t define.
My agent says my Mad Max series isn’t mystery, because it doesn’t follow mystery norms. To be a mystery, it has to have certain story elements in each phase of the narrative. My publisher uses mystery, romantic suspense and psychological suspense as Amazon categories. There is one point upon which both my agent and publisher agree: I write women’s fiction.
Really? Just what constitutes “women’s fiction?” I have no idea. It has no fixed plot or story elements other than it features a strong woman as the main character. The first time I…
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